"Go to the public showers, she said! I go there when I break the shower! You haven't showered in three days, Time Turner, go get a shower! Urrrgh!"
Time Turner stormed into the shower room, shaking his head and muttering darkly under his breath, not paying attention to whatever pony may have been around. He was just so mad! Derpy had broken the showerhead again for... Some reason! She was so clumsy sometimes, and it could be adorable, yes, but...
But here he was in a public shower. The reclusive clockmaker hated a public ANYTHING.
The clopping of hooves on porcelain signaled the entry of another pony into the showers. A huge, red stallion entered the room, humming to himself. Big Macintosh always came to the public showers in Ponyville after a hard day's work. It was a bit better than Sweet Apple Acres' facilities, which lacked heated water unless you boiled it yourself.
Looking around and seeing another pony in the showers with him, Mac faltered in his tune. Nopony was ever in the showers... Why was a pony in the showers?
This variation from Mac's established norm bothered him greatly. He didn't really mind showering next to other ponies, but the public showers were a place where more than cleaning took place for the farm pony.
Time Turner turned towards the truck-like stallion behind him, and raised an eyebrow. "Well... Hello? I do hope I'm not intruding, am I?" he said, his Trottish accent filling the air.
He tilted his head slightly, a quizzical look upon his face. "You're... Macintosh, are you? Isn't your daughter a friend of my soon-to-be stepdaughter? I might have seen you before..."
Macintosh notted slowly. He did recognize the pony before him, and Apple Bloom was friends with Dinky.
"Eyyup." He drawled.
Time Turner chuckled. "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Macintosh. Derpy and I were concerned that we were the only young couple in town with a child, but every time we see you, your wife, and child, well... It's a good boost in the middle of the day to know you're not alone."
He turned around, turning on a shower and hissing at the initial blast of cold water, wetting down his mane and forcing him to close his eyes.
Mac blanked. Did... he... just... with Applejack? Politely, Mac coughed to catch the attention of Time Turner.
"Applejack's mah sister, sir," He said, a bit quietly.
Time Turner's eyes widened a bit, and he shook his head. He sat down in the lukewarm water, his face was bright red with a blush. "Oh! Well, dear me, I mean, well, there's nothing wrong with that, you know, with... I mean, well... Ahem. Your business, not mine..."
Mac's eyes widened, and his jaw opened a bit in shock.
"What? NO! NOnononono..."
The farm pony shook his head rapidly, dismissing the idea with fervor.
"Our ma and pa died when Applebloom was a young'un. We raised her and took care of the farm." He explained.
Time Turner let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head and raising an eyebrow. "Ah. I see."
He didn't bother to let the skepticism escape his voice, but the smile on his face seemed to show that he really didn't have much of a problem with... That sort of thing.
Mac grumbled, then trotted over to an adjacent shower and turned it on. Sure, he and Applejack had had a few rolls in the hay, but... He shook his head again, deciding to just sit there being preturbed.
Time Turner did the same, occasionally glancing over at his partner as he squeezed a bit of shampoo on his hoof and began massaging it into his mane. "I believe myself to be one of the luckiest stallions on Earth sometimes, but when that luck breaks my shower, it's..."
He sighed. "You know those ponies you love but frustrate you endlessly, yes? Miss Hooves is one of those ponies."
Mac smiled a bit, looking over to Time Turner. "Eyyup," he drawled, thinking of his sisters and their common tendency to be thoroughly annoying.
"I believe she's even knocked over a few of your barns with that considerable behind of hers! It's as much a burden as it is a complement," Turner sighed.
Mac chuckled. I was certainly true, he could remember several occassions where the gray mare had flown right through a barn. "She's nice, though. Never means no harm." He responded thoughtfully.
"Of course not, but... I mean, ugh, it just gets to one sometimes," Time Turner groaned as he rinsed out his mane, turning over and sitting on his haunches while swinging his tail between his legs.
He began to lather into it, soap suds filling it and filtering through as he thoroughly cleansed his tail.
Mac sat, soaking himself in the warm water. He let the shower clean away his sweat, sighing as he felt the day's work wash away under the steady stream of water.
He eyed Time Turner every once in awhile, watching the clockmaker lather himself thoroughly.
Time Turner's tail-cleansing continued, his thoughts elsewhere. Of Derpy, and her... Considerable ass... ets. With him, against him, rubbing against him. He shook his head, trying to will the thoughts away, but to no avail. Underneath his tail and unbeknownst to his fellow stallion, Time Turner's length was growing and stiffening under the wet, soapy embrace of his own tail.
"Drat," he murmured, rolling his eyes at his own urges.
Mac looked over at his showering companion again, unaware of the growing issue between Time Turner's haunches. "So, how did you and Miss Derpy meet, if'n you don't mind me asking?"
Time Turner was broken from his horny reverie, jumping a bit at Macintosh's voice. "Oh! Uhm, well, you could say we, erm, bumped into each other!" He let out a nervous chuckle, frustrated eyes trailing down to between his legs.
Mac chuckled with the other pony. "So, you got flattened?"
Time Turner thought back to that first meeting... Derpy Hooves losing control mid-flight and smashing into his clock shop, destroying several clocks and colliding with him, they fell on top of one another, she was so beautiful and in such a daze...
"Yes. With half of my store."
His eyes trailing down to her rear... The exact she thing that was happening to him now had happened then...
Mac let out a short laugh. "Y'all look a bit nervous. Ah'm guessin' that ain't all that happened, but Ah ain't gonna pry."
Mac turned back to his shower, grunting as the spray hit his face.
"Well, I mean, there were some, errrm, things. H-heavy... Petting..." Time Turner's mind wandered, and he let out a little growl of frustration, trying to will his erection away. "But nothing... Definite. She i-insisted on... Favors, which I couldn't ac-accept, but I... I didn't refuse her advances, now... Go away!" he murmured under his breath to his own defiant penis.
Mac looked over at Time Turner, an eyebrow raised. He saw the clockmaker looking down at himself with a bit of anger, and couldn't control a small snort of amusement. Must have been a very fun rest of the night for the pony.
Time Turner grunted, looking over at Macintosh with a sigh, letting his tail fall, his erection against his belly. Quickly, he rolled over again, standing on his hooves and rinsing out his tail. "Grr," he growled softly. "I believe that turnabout is fair play. How about you? What... Adventures have you had, Mister Macintosh?"
Mac scratched his head thoughtfully. He'd not had many sexual endeavors, but he could name a few. But his most interesting one... Hmm...
"Well," he began, "Ah'll say the most interesting encounter of mine has to have been the time I managed a roll in the hay with that one fashion designer that came to town... What was 'is name... Hoity Toity?"
Time Turner's eyes widened, his length throbbing slightly. "H-Him? Really?"
The thought of a pair of stallions... Together... Alone... Like he was right now... He shook his head, trying to keep a certain rule out of mind. "Really? I never took you for the, uhm... the type..."
Mac shrugged. "Ah take what I can get. Don't matter to me none what parts they got."
"Well, erm, I have that philosophy too!" Time Turner said. "It's... Liberating, isn't it, to, you know, have that freedom..."
Keep the rule out, keep the rule out, keep the rule out...
"Sure can be, but Ah still don't get much action." Mac shrugged again, "Still, it don't bother me none. Ah've got work to do, and it keeps me busy."
"Surprised a strapping young stallion such as yourself doesn't see that much service," Time Turner murmured.
Mac looked up, letting out a huff. "It's on the account of Ah work on a farm. Ah'm not in town that much, so nopony really gets the opportunity to make the advances, or the other way around."
Time Turner gave Mac a closer look. Big, strong, powerful... If he used the rule, maybe...
No. He couldn't. Could he? It wouldn't... Hurt, would it?
"Such a shame," Time Turner said quietly, nervously. "I... I would th-think you come here for relief?"
A bit sheepishly, Mac nodded. "Yeah, Ah come out here to get away from the family an' work off some steam."
Time Turner nodded. "Mister Macintosh, erm, I... I do hope I didn't, erm, intrude upon that?" He stepped on his hooves nervously, glancing over at the strong farm pony beside him every now and again.
Mac coughed lightly. "Uhh... naw. You're fine, 's no big deal," the farm pony looked down at his hooves, "Ah can take care of it some other time."
Time Turner coughed into his hoof as well. "Well, I mean, if I interrupted your plans, p-perhaps I... Erm..." He swallowed, "I could be of... Assistance? My f-female conquests outnumber my male ones, b-but I've a bit of... Knowledge."
Mac looked up at Time Turner, blushing. "Uhh... Uhm..." the farm pony stuttered, flustered, "Ah... Ah dunno..."
Time Turner shut his eyes tightly for a moment. May as well let the rule be known. "I allowed, erm, same-sex relations by Miss Derpy Hooves outside of our, ah, relationship, and, well, if you n-need the help, I..."
Mac's eyes widened a bit. Time Turner was in an open relationship... That meant the avenue was wide open...
"Well, uhm... if'n that's the case..." Mac said nervously.
Time Turner shot forward, wrapping his hooves around the farm pony's neck and locking him into a passionate kiss.
Mac's eyes shot open and he opened his mouth in shock, suddenly being attacked by the other pony.
The clockmaker pulled Macintosh backwards, the two collapsing into a heap underneath the shower, their manes matted down by the hot water, steam rising amongst the pair.
His tongue invaded Macintosh's mouth, wrapping around Macintosh's bigger, thicker muscle.
Mac slowly warmed to the kiss, wrapping his forehooves around Time Turner's back and massaging the clockmaker. He wrestled with the other pony's tongue, fighting for superiority in his mouth.
Time Turner was surprised but not at all disappointed in Macintosh's growing assertiveness. He gave in, relaxing into his touch and allowing the bigger pony control, his hooves trailing around his sides... One moment...
He tapped Macintosh's side, feeling the tension underneath it. This would not do. A good thing he had a clockmaker's hooves... He gently began to rub into the larger pony's sides, trying to get his muscles to be as relaxed as his mind.
Mac sighed into the kiss, feeling his day's stress melting out of his muscles under the ministrations of the clockmaker. He moved his hooves down to Time Turner's flanks, and began to massage around his cutie marks.
Time Turner hummed, his hips shifting underneath Macintosh's big, well-worn hooves, raising his hips to rub the tip of his length against Macintosh's belly... Only to find something firmer underneath it.
Mac grunted, feeling another length press up against his rapidly hardening member. He couldn't lie, this was turning him on quite a bit, and he could tell that they were only just getting started.
Finally, the kiss broke, Time Turner laying his head on the floor, his eyes half-lidded and his hooves against his chest, blushing heavily. "Ah..."
Mac grinned at the clockmaker. "Y'alright?" He asked, chuckling.
"P-Perfectly," Time Turner stmered. "I'm perfectly alright..."
Mac pulled Time Turner into a hug, and nuzzled up against the other pony.
"So, what was that you were saying about helping me with my problem?" Mac said in a sultry tone.
"I... I uhm... I wish..."
Time Turner was a blushing, stammering wreck. He groaned into Macintosh's embrace, his smaller length brushing against his partner's. This was really happening...
"Mister Macintosh, might I please you with... Some cunninglingus?"
Macintosh frowned, and looked at the clockmaker a bit funny. "Uhm, I ain't got no marehood, Mister Turner..."
"I know," Time Turner moaned. "I want to suck your dick, essentially."
He giggled at the phrasing, raising a hoof to his mouth.
Mac's grin reappeared quickly. "Well, Ah'd have no inclination to stop you." he drawled.
Time Turner's blush heightened, his eyes closing as he took a large breath of the steamy air. Gently, he nudged Macintosh's side, trying to get the farm pony to roll over.
Mac rolled, revealing his sizeable shaft to the clockmaker. Nature had done him justice, blessing him with a large piece between his legs. Nopony had ever complained before, however, and he highly doubted that trend would end today.
Time Turner moaned on impulse at the sight, lowering himself on top of Macintosh, looking up into his eyes. His expression was a bit sheepish.
"I... I'm not the most experienced, so... Don't be too h-hard on me..."
Mac smiled warmly, trying to give his partner confidence. "That don't matter none, partner. Just do what feel's right. Ah'm sure you'll do just fine."
Time Turner nodded, determination across his features. He was now low enough that his nose was level with Macintosh's heavy, plentiful orbs, and he shivered gazing upon them. Carefully, Time Turner pressed his nose into them, taking a hefty sniff of the eldest Apple's musk.
Mac grunted at the touch, laying his head back and letting the shower spray soak him as he surrendered to Time Turner's actions
The water fell around the pair, as Time Turner sniffed in Macintosh's hefty musk. Sweat, dirt, piss... A hint of cinnamon? It was an intoxicating mixture, and the clockmaker couldn't resist licking one of Macintosh's balls.
Mac groaned at the feeling of a wet tongue running over his orbs. He bucked his hips slightly, then settled down again, allowing Time Turner to continue his work.
Time Turner closed his eyes, letting instinct take over. Gently, he slipped Macintosh's hefty testicle into his mouth, suckling on it while licking the underside, licking up all of the the sweaty texture that he could. His hooves, meanwhile, went to good use, stroking and fondling Macintosh's shaft.
Mac moaned, long and low, thoroughly enjoying the ministrations of his partner. The whole experience was incredible, the running water only adding to the sensations wracking his body.
Time Turner pulled off of Macintosh's nut, licking up his scrotum and lapping at the base of his shaft, sighing. "Nnnh..."
Mac bucked his hips again slightly, groaning as he received the tongue bath from his clockmaker friend.
He continued, licking up Macintosh's shaft, his tongue swirling on the flesh beneath it, his hooves moving down to Mac's orbs and massaging them.
Mac let the feeling of Time Turner's inexperienced tongue moving all over his unmentionables wash over him. The clockmaker was a natural, his actions leaving the larger farm pony wanting so much more.
Time Turner moaned into Macintosh's meat, his eyes closed and his face bright-red with a blush. His hooves trailed up and down Macintosh's manhood, stroking along the sides as he tipped the head of Mac's jack into his mouth and suckled it, gently.
Mac tilted his head up and locked eyes with Time Turner, grinning and moaning as he saw the pony starting to fit the member into his maw.
Turner glanced into Macintosh's eyes, his own half lidded, and grinned around the cock in his mouth as he tried to put as much as he could down his throat,
Mac hissed as his cock slid into the throat of the clockmaker amidst some gagging. The water ran down Time Turner's face in rivulets, and then ran onto his exposed member, further stimulating Mac
Time Turner couldn't take any more, then came up, coughing and gasping, looking up at Macintosh with horny eyes. "S-Sorry," he chuckled, giving Mac's cock a lick, "Not even a third... You're too big, Mister Macintosh."
Mac grinned. "Eyyup, Ah've been told that before. I assume you ain't complainin', though."
"Mmmh," Time Turner purred, giving Macintosh another sensual lick, "Miss Hooves would be hard pressed to even fit the head in. Though her enthusiasm more than makes up for her lacking..." Another lick, "Skill."
Mac groaned at each lick, enjoying the feeling of Time Turner's tongue. "Ah could say the same for you... Nnh... though you're certainly a bit more of a natural..."
"Hnnnh... Perhaps we could get together for tea and a rutting sometime? Her normal clumsiness isn't quite as disruptive in the bedroom," Time Turner crooned, massaging Macintosh's little Mac with skilled, deft hooves.
"That... Mmph... sounds real nice, Mister Turner..." Mac said between moans.
"Mmm, let's focus on the matter at hoof, though," Time Turner moaned, licking Macintosh's shaft sensually.
"Mmhh... Yeah... That's a good idea..." Mac responded quietly.
Time Turner's tongue swirled about the cock wonderfully, little lapping strokes, the clockmaker's moans and giggles vibrating into the shaft. "Did I... Mmmh, mention you taste... Delicious? Mmmf..." He kissed the head of the shaft gently, a smile upon his face as he did so.
Mac sighed, and allowed himself to fall back onto the wet floor again. He grinned and said a simple, "Eyynope."
"You dooo... Gnnnmh!"
Turner stuffed as much of Macintosh as he could into his mouth, humming into it as loudly and as buzz-ily as he could.
The buzzing went right to Mac's cock, and the farm pony moaned loudly. Along with the moan, Mac involuntarily bucked his hips, accidentally forcing a bit more of his shaft into Time Turner's throat.
"Gmnk?! Mmmgh..."
Time Turner's eyes opened a bit in surprise and pain as his gag reflex was forced open, but the immense fullness Macintosh's cock gave him replaced that with an odd sort of satisfaction. Gently, he took a hoof from Macintosh's soaked cock and started stroking his own length. In his mind, the scene was perfect- two wet-maned colts in the shower, showing love to one another.
Mac was in heaven. Time Turner was going at him like a mare in heat, his mouth, his tongue, his throat... all so perfect. The farm pony let out a chorus of moans, showing his enjoyment for the actions of the clockmaker.
Time Turner groaned, his throat stretched beyond belief, the only thing left to do was to bob on Macintosh's cock. And he did, fast, his head rapidly pumping the large, studly shaft for all it was worth, constricting around it tightly.
The tightness of Time Turner's throat was incredible. The inexperienced stallion's vigor for cocksucking making up for the little hiccups along the way. Mac was almost saddened when the clockmaker had to pull away for air.
Time Turner coughed, gagged, stroking himself shamelessly, and Macintosh with equal vigor. "I can't wait to have you inside me," the clockmaker cooed, giving Macintosh's throbbing cock an enthusiastic lick.
Mac looked up at the smaller pony again, and grinned. "Ah think Ah'd like that a lot."
"Do you wish to cum beforehand, Mister Macintosh, or shall we move on straight to the rutting?" Time Turner mumbled, kissing Macintosh's cock up and down.
Big Mac's smile got even wider, the wonderful thought of getting inside of the pony before him running through his head. "Ah think some ruttin's in order." the farm pony said in a sultry tone.
Time Turner glanced upwards, flashing the farm pony a grin, whipping his mane out of his face and crawling up Macintosh's body, their noses pressing together. He stood there for a few seconds, panting, simply brushing his nose against his fellows.
Mac reached up with his lips and pulled the clockmaker into a passionate kiss, grabbing the back of Time Turner's head and forcing his tongue into the other pony's mouth.
His eyes widened, but he accepted the kiss, moaning into Macintosh's mouth and melting into his embrace. He was so warm... And the water was steaming hot around them, the air heavy and damp, yet refreshing, a fog of steam surrounded the two as they kissed.
Mac reached up between the two, and gripped onto both of their cocks. He began to pump his hoof lightly, leaning into the kiss at the same time.
"Mhhh!" Time Turner squeaked, his voice high-pitched, his eyes opening slightly at the contact. He pulled away from Macintosh, burying his face into the other pony's chest. "I-I can't take anymore! Ff-Fuck me!"
"With pleasure." Mac said.
He lifted up the clockmaker with his hooves, nuzzling into his chest and lining his cock up with Time Turner's bud. He began massaging the other pony's flanks, slowly.
Time Turner's eyes widened, and he put a hoof against Macintosh's chest. "M-Mister Macintosh?! Uhm... Aren't y-you forgetting something?! We can't... Without... You know..."
He turned his head and coughed into a hoof sheepishly. "You'll r-rip me apart with that cock of yours if you g-go on in dry..."
Mac's eyes widened and he apologized. "Ah'm sorry! Ah was all caught up in the moment..."
Time Turner giggled, batting Macintosh's large chest with a hoof. "Don't worry about it, Mister Macintosh. Simply rectify your mistake and all will be well."
Mac reached with his hoof for his saddlebag, containing all of his cleaning supplies and one small bottle of personal lubricant. It was the latter that he pulled from its depths, popping it open under the spray of water and placing a bit of liquid onto his hoof.
The clockmaker closed his eyes, laying his head back and spreading his legs wide open, his small, unused tailhole on display for Macintosh. "Do hurry, Mister Macintosh..."
Mac grinned, and placed the lube-soaked hoof on Time Turner's tailhole. Applying a bit of pressure, he began to lube up the other pony's ass.
Time Turner moaned, rolling his hips into the strange sensation of the slickened hoof against his rear end.
Mac applied a fair amount of lubricant to the clockmaker's tailhole, then brought the hoof to his stallionhood. Stroking it a few times, he spread an ample amount of slick to make the two ponies' carnal activities go much smoother. The whole time, the showerhead sprayed onto the pair, covering them with warm water.
Time Turner whipped around his wet mane again, his fur matted to his flesh, his eyes shut against the rivulets of water that ran down his face and drained down his chin, down his chest, onto the floor. He raised his hips, giggling, sighing.
"Mister Macintosh... If you please."
And Mac did. He raised up his hips, using a hoof to guide his cock to Time Turner's bud once again. "Are you ready?" Big Mac asked, holding his member at the clockmaker's back entrance.
"Y-Yes!" Time Turner gasped. "Pl-Please!"
Mac smiled up at his partner, the made a small thrust. His movement pressed his tip up to and then into Time Turner's backside. The farm pony hissed at the immediate tightness, but restrained himself from bucking up again.
Time Turner, meanwhile, hissed in chorus with his partner, his cock throbbing slightly at the sensation of his anus being spread wide.
"M-My Goddess," Time Turner moaned. "D-Do be carefuullllll..."
Mac groaned, but managed a weak "Eyyup..." before continuing his careful thrusts up and into the clockmaker. Each movement brought forth a surge of pleasure, but Mac continued to only make small, controlled movements in order to not split his partner's ass in twain.
Time Turner let out little grunts with every thrust, his teeth gritted and his head laying back, the water flowing over the rutting pair like a steaming hot waterfall, a blanket of water over them.
Eventually, after a stretch of time that could have been a few seconds or an eternity, Mac felt a weight on his groin. Looking up, he saw that he had hilted inside of the Trottish clockmaker. And the sensation was incredible.
Time Turner's eyes were wide, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and strain, his rear convulsing over Macintosh's cock, squeezing it in place.
"Fff... Aaagh!"
Mac cried out in pleasure, feeling the convulsions of Time Turner's rear all along his length. The clockmaker's ass was incredible. It was very hard to resist just fucking his partner raw right there.
Time Turner spread his legs further, gasping, rolling his hips around Macintosh's cock, trying to maximize their combined pleasure.
"G-Go on, Mister Macintosh... A-As you would a mare..."
At that, Mac pulled out slowly, and then slammed back into Time Turner in one stroke. He grunted, instinct kicking in.
"Gah!" Time Turner squeaked, his eyes squeezing shut. "Yes! L-Like your sister! Make me your f-fucking mare!"
Normally, Mac would have protested to the clockmaker's comment, but he was too drunk on pleasure to care anymore. Placing his hooves on Time Turner's flanks, the farm pony settled into a fierce rhythm, letting out a low grunt each time he thrust into his partner.
Time Turner squealed like a filly, his forehooves held to his chest and his head thrown back, moans and squeaks erupting from his lungs constantly. "Aaaaah!"
Mac's eyes were screwed shut against the warm cascade of water, surrendering to the feeling of Time Turner's wonderful ass around his cock. He let out a moan every time he slammed into his partner. It was an incredible experience.
Time Turner opened his eyes, watching Macintosh's face as he pounded into him. The farm pony's blonde mane wet down and dripping onto his body, his breath in pants and moans. Time Turner followed suite, opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll out, enjoying every second of pleasure smashing into him.
Their fucking continued like this for a good while, neither pony able to speak except for the odd grunt or expletive. Eventually though, all good things much come to an end, and Mac noticed a growing pressure in his groin.
Time Turner leaned up, pulling Macintosh into a hug as his thrusts became erratic and shorter, second by second, nuzzling into his neck, his own cock throbbing.
"D-Don't pull out! F-Fucking fill this cooooolllllt!"
Mac, though about to burst, was still not one to condone not allowing common courtesy. That being said, he reached up and began stroking Time Turner's twitching cock. Moving his hoof rapidly, he allowed himself to rocket toward his own orgasm, hoping to fulfill the wish of the clockmaker above him.
Time Turner said nothing, instead opening his eyes slightly and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth, a low groan escaping him as he came all over his own belly, ropes of thick, sticky cum firing up towards his chest and a few drops even in his open mouth. Shielded by Macintosh's body, his cum dribbled to the floor to mingle with the shower water.
Upon feeling Time Turner's ass constrict around his dick, Mac made a few more thrusts into his partner before hilting inside of him and releasing his seed with a loud moan.
Time Turner squealed at the feeling of hot cum filling his passage, lifting up Macintosh's chin and kissing the other colt passionately.
Mac leaned into the kiss, groaning as he continued to fill his lover full of his essence. It was easily one of his most intense orgasms, pleasure flooding his entire body as water soaked his coat.
Finally, he pulled away, laying back, panting, his lover over him. "My word," he said simply, out of breath and desperately trying to catch it.
Mac sighed contentedly, and slowly pulled out of the clockmaker. "That... was... phew..." the farm pony managed before collapsing next to Time Turner on the wet porcelain.
Time Turner turned over, snuggling into his friend. "Yes... We will definitely need to bring you over for tea..."
Meanwhile, outside, Derpy Hooves lifted a soaked hoof from her crotch, moaning. "Goddess, that was fucking hot..."
Mac smiled weakly, accepting the embrace from the clockmaker. "Ah'd like that... A lot..." the farm pony mumbled.
"Me toooo!" a voice called from outside, loud enough to be heard within. Time Turner's eyes widened, then a massive blush crept upon his face.
"Well, Mister Macintosh, it seems we have been had."
Mac looked up at the ceiling and began to chuckle. The chuckle slowly evolved into a laugh, and soon the farm pony was doubled over on the floor. He didn't know why it was so funny to him, the laughing just seemed right.
Time Turner joined in, holding the farm pony close, their laughter pearling into the night.
And outside, Derpy Hooves merely shrugged and sighed.
"My fiancee is such a wierdo."
